For all the convenience that the future of motoring may bring (autonopods to catch up on Netflix in traffic/the possibility of a slightly longer life expectancy for the planet) one thing we’re already starting to miss is noise. Not just any noise, but good, old-fashioned noise. Noise that’s loud, but not histrionic. Noise with purpose and purity. The kind of noise that crawls into your ears and makes a pair of bongos out of your eardrums. Noise that puts a smile on your face. That kind of noise.
Photography: Mark Riccioni